Dear John

Wrong category I know,  But its where I like to post my poems

I know you think it’s over,
Thank you for the Dear John
She caught you out
You left a trail
The hotel bill
The opened mail
The ring from the jewelers
The Amex receipt
Tangible evidence
To confirm your deceit

You think you love her
And this you may do
But I know what you want
What makes you, you
I know what you need
What gives you life
And I know this for sure
It’s not your wife

You will starve without me
Without my submission
Without the sex
Which I give you permission
To take
To taste
To fill you up
Sublime pleasure
Much more than a fuck

So I’ll sit back and wait
Whilst you get on with life
Work, the garden, the little wife
I’ll give you a month
Till you come back to me
Because,
I know what to do,  
to make you, you
I’ll let you believe that’s it’s over and gone
But I know it’s not,
Your such a darling
Such a dear John